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[poshmouthytart]

[Alex is used to being trapped in places for long periods of time against her will, so she's less concerned by the current events on the Plane and more... annoyed

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[rationalist]

[Sherlock has the luck of being an empath at the moment and this is just painful. Of course, besides twitching from all these feelings, he manages to get out a bit of wit.]

I have terrible luck with people named Molly.

[poshmouthytart]

[As if he didn't say anything at all, Alex just keeps going. For Sherlock, it's probably as if he is hearing one side of a phone conversation.]

You shouldn't have followed me here, sweetheart. I know, I know. I promise, I'll be home soon, as soon as I'm done here. Yes, Molly, you will have the best birthday ever, I promise. I love you, too.

[There's a litany of emotions parading through Alex right now; hope, happiness, relief - you name it, she's probably feeling it. Poor Sherlock.]

[rationalist]

[He definitely is and it makes him squirm a bit. While he's getting better at defending himself against it, it nonetheless is very uncomfortable at best.

As calm and slow as possible.]

You are hallucinating. Your daughter is not here. You need to wake up.

[poshmouthytart]

[Alex is still smiling cluelessly, but something falters in her gaze.

The look of recognition fades, and she blinks a few times, looking around her again before fixating her eyes on Sherlock. The smile is gone from her face, and all those waves of emotions are replaced with just one - complete despair.]

Have you seen a little girl? She was here, right here, only a moment ago.

[rationalist]

[Somehow, the change in emotions isn't any better. He winces at it but stays mostly composed. It will only be worse if he acknowledges it.]

There wasn't a little girl. You were hallucinating your daughter, projecting it on me.

[poshmouthytart]

[She doesn't really seem to believe him, and instead she keeps looking before it occurs to her... He's probably telling the truth.]

Hallucinating?

[Alex takes a moment to hide the tightness in her throat.] I usually know the difference.

I'm... I'm sorry if I bothered you.

[rationalist]

No bother. [Though he's a bit more curious now.] Do hallucinate that often?

[poshmouthytart]

[She narrows her eyes as if she were offended by the question.]

No, of course not. [Lair.] I've just been through a difficult time, that's all.

[rationalist]

[He sees through the lies. Plus empathy makes that a little easier to figure out.]

What do you usually see? There are people who do stranger here.

[poshmouthytart]

[She hesitates, because she doesn't know this guy from Adam. But he's right, so it's not as if she has much to lose.]

A ghost. I'm being haunted.

[rationalist]

[He smiles slightly.]

It seems to be a problem lately. What sort of ghost?

[poshmouthytart]

Not like that. It doesn't happen here, on the Plane, as much as it does back... where I'm from.

[She seems almost embarrassed, but determined to explain as best she can.]

I don't know who he is, exactly... he's a copper. He's important to me but I don't know why.

[rationalist]

Is there anyway to research him? I assume you're the only one who can see him.

[poshmouthytart]

I've been trying to, but there doesn't seem to be much information regarding who he may be. It's almost as if someone doesn't want me to find out.

[She pauses a minute, giving him a hard look.]

I'm not insane.

[rationalist]

[Almost amused.]

I never said you were. You're rational enough to doubt everything.

[poshmouthytart]

[Her face softens.]

Rational. That's a word I haven't heard used in a while.